I traveled last week. It's not something I get to do very often. I have a job that requires little travel and I almost never get to go anywhere for pleasure. It's a blessing just to pack a suitcase for me.
Of course, today, I am completely confused. Where am I? What am I supposed to be doing? I keep looking at my desk with a confused expression, trying to figure out where things are.
What are all these envelopes everywhere? How do you spell "spell?" What is wrong with my grammar?!? And typing?!?!
I hate this feeling. Fluttery and strange. Like I don't really belong here, I'm only playing a part. And, truthfully, I think today I am.
It's a bit like a hangover. Nothing seems to connect and now I've got to figure out how to get home.
I think I understand now why people who travel a lot hate it so much. I still don't. I still think that suitcases and packing lists and travel soap is exciting.
Anyone with me?